Thrace, a neighboring country of Macedonia, was famous for its martial virtues and production of mercenaries in this era. It was also a traditional ally of Athens.
Throughout the Greek era, the strongest city-states were Athens and Sparta. The pattern of the entire Greek world revolved around the competition between Athens and Sparta. If the various Greek city-states were not allies of Athens, then they were allies of Sparta. , with rare exceptions.
Princess Erginia is full of enthusiasm for Hercules and his party. This is definitely not only because of Hercules' identity as a mercenary, but also because of Hercules' identity as the son of Zeus. He is a warrior and a hero. Synonymous with strength and victory.
"Who are you?" Heracles sat on the chariot, holding the reins in his hands, looking forward, but his attention was always on William.
"Me, who am I, you ask? Me? Nothing, a leaf caught in the whirlpool, maybe a feather in the wind."
"There are many leaves and feathers in this world. There are enough of them. Just counting the leaves and feathers in this world will take a lifetime and may not be successful. I just want to know which leaf you are and which leaf you are. A feather."
"I already told you."
"tell me what?
"I am the son of Hercules and Hebe, the goddess of youth. My name is William. I have told you all this."
"I don't want to hear lies, I just want to hear the truth. The whole Greek people say that I am the son of Zeus, but I know that I am not."
"This is the truth."
William's answer silenced Heracles. This child was surprisingly stubborn, but he was definitely not an ordinary person, let alone the child admirer he had met on the streets of Athens.
"My two sons were killed by me, just three years ago, including my wife." Hercules didn't want to talk about this topic. The night three years ago was what he least wanted to recall, and it was also what he wanted to remember. The most painful memory.
He always wanted to be a good husband and a good father, but in the end he killed his wish. He should die at the citizens' trial meeting, so as to end his pain. Z.br>
As the King of Athens said, letting him live would be a crueler punishment than letting him die.
The son of Heracles had died a long time ago, and his wife was also dead. Where did the son William appear from?
"Do you believe that Zeus exists?" William asked. He understood the implication of Hercules' words and understood that if Hercules really recognized him as his son, he needed some evidence, and some Hercules also Indefensible evidence.
"I believe," said Hercules. "Not just me, everyone believes in the existence of Zeus."
"So does the goddess Hera exist?" William then asked.
"Of course." Hercules' tone was particularly firm. The legend that Hercules was the son of Zeus was based on rumors, and the rumors were also based on facts.
"Where's Hebe?" After William finished speaking, Hercules showed a puzzled expression on his face. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Hebe also exists."
"You think I would arbitrarily arrange the reputation of an unmarried goddess in a world where gods exist." William's rhetorical question made Hercules stunned, and then he continued, "I am the son of Hercules and Hebe. It’s true, I am the future son of Heracles.”
William generously admitted that he had always said that he was the son of Hercules, but did not say "I am your son" to Hercules. Perhaps Hercules could hear the difference after careful inspection, but it was already He was so confused by William's answer that he couldn't tell the difference at all.
Suddenly the carriage shook, and William patted Hercules on the shoulder. Only then did he react and said in a serious and uncertain tone, "You are really my son!"
"William is the son of Heracles." William replied, "I know you have a lot of doubts, but I want to say that this is true. As for the evidence, well, you will know when the time comes..."
carriage
Slowly driving into the Thracian city-state, in the square, fully armed soldiers wearing Greek-style armor stood aside with spears in their hands, as if they were filming a period drama, the momentum was magnificent, and there was no trace of evil at all. Princess Genia said that Thrace was about to be on the verge of destruction, but outside the square there were all old, weak, women and children in ragged clothes holding bowls, watching all this with disheveled faces, and they had to explain how bad the situation was.
Hercules saw all this, but said nothing. Now was not a good time to talk. He got off the chariot, and then stood on the ground to pick up William from the chariot. Such a move Like the interaction between father and son.
"William has been wandering for half his life, only regretting that he has never met his master. If he never abandons him, William is willing to be his adoptive father." William thought of this sentence in his heart, and then went directly to the square of the Kingdom of Thrace, thinking constantly in his mind Reminds me of the classic scene of a certain god of war, saying it costs one father at a time.
The old blacksmith William, Duke Robert of Normandy and now Hercules, William counted on his fingers and found that he had three different fathers.
"I'm glad you're back safely, Your Highness."
Princess Erginia walked in the front, and two maids came to welcome her. The Thracian general Scott wearing armor was greeting the princess. When he saw Hercules walking towards him, he immediately Nodding slightly, "Mighty Hercules, it's an honor."
"It's not as much of an honor as I expected," General Scott added with a look of contempt.
King Curtis did not trust him and chose Hercules as a mercenary, which was undoubtedly a distrust of his ability. General Scott did not like Hercules.
William saw all this, and Hercules chose not to care about it, but William would not. This was not because he was petty, but because the glory of Hercules was the glory of William. He wanted to use his own Hercules. His son is recorded in history and mythology, so the image and glory of Hercules must be maintained.
"Uncle, look, it's so spectacular!"
Iolarus called to Hercules and pointed to the front of the square. Standing in the center of the square was a towering statue of Hera. The height of sixty or seventy meters was like a miracle in this era.
"Just to achieve this effect, it took five years and a thousand manpower to complete her statue. Hera is the patron saint of Thrace. Everyone knows how in mythology Hera wanted to destroy Hercules. Les, maybe the right goals will reconcile you."
